Chapter 433: Warm treasure, I am hurting 83

As I talked, I started to work.
A few warm bites bite the lower lip, the sound is small: "Hands open..."
When Qian Qianmo was not in a hurry, he took the hand that was holding her waist and took a few warmths and put the childish carefully back on the bed.
晟 Thousands of inks whispered on one side: "You can sleep in the green."
The number of warmth did not sigh with a low voice: "Is it convenient for you to play at night?"
Qian Qianmo gently hugged her from behind, bowed her neck and gently smirked, laughing low. "I am not such a person."
"You are not finished yet..."
The voice just fell, 晟 thousand inks with a number of warmth to press it on the bed, 晟 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨Opening: "It is clear that the light is flowing."
The number of warm little faces was hot and hot, and he was pressed like this, and he felt clearly and strongly felt his heartbeat, as if he had been shocked a few times. The number of warmth only felt that his heart was jumping very fast, whispered: "I still can't sleep..."
Qingzhi is still asleep next to him. He doesn't want to be cheeky. She still has to be cheeky. Where can she be so absurd beside her niece...
Qian Qianmo also knew that her face was thin, so she didn't tease her anymore.
Whatever is rogue, after returning to the North City, there is time.
......
Early the next morning, Qinglan woke up and saw such a scene.
Hey, holding a mother-in-law, is in the kiss.
As I saw it at the medical center that day, it was a very light and close mother's lips.
The young man had a sleepy eye, and the little man still had no woke up.
晟 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨
Qing Lan ordered a small head.
Qian Qianmo took the little niece carefully and took it to the bed, so as not to wake up a few warmth.
After holding the child out of the back room, the childish finger pointed at his mouth.
Qian Qianmo was caught again, a little helpless, but still nodded.
"Hey, kiss the mother."
"Because I like my mother."
Qingxiang thought about it, but also took the initiative to pick up the little lips of pink toot, licking the thousands of inks and leaning down to touch her head, the young child kissed his chin, saying that - Qingqing also likes to swear.
This kind of pure and undisguised like, let 晟 墨 墨 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下 一下
The young child bent his eyes and was happy.
晟 Thousands of ink caught some of the messy hair that the little guy just woke up, some awkward, "I don't want to comb my hair..."
The young child did not give face at all, but also ran to the dressing table to take her straps and butterfly clips, and handed it to her, and asked him to tie his hair. .
Seeing the situation, Qian Qianmo had to harden his scalp, and the number of warmth was right. He would not dare to dare this kind of work, let alone to tie the hair to the young child.
But the child looked at him with anticipation and waited for him to tie his hair to himself. He decided to live up to the little things, so he took the little guy to the dressing table and sat down for the childish hair.
The hair of Xiaotoutou is very soft and tender, and it is very big. It is always afraid that it will be painlessly painless, so I dare not make up my strength, so I finally loose the childish hair. The ground is tied to the back of the head.